It's the weekend after Thanksgiving 1973 in tony New Canaan, Connecticut, and more than just an ice storm's a-brewing. Benjamin Hood (Kline) reels from drink to drink when he's not water-bedding his next-door-neighbor (a brilliantly brittle Weaver). His wife (Allen) immerses herself in self-help books but is quickly losing her grip over her husband's lies. Their son (Maguire), home for the holidays, moons over a Noxzema-fresh cutie from his prep school. Meanwhile, their darling pubescent daughter gropes the neighborhood boys and plunders liquor cabinets, in a desperate attempt to cope. When the wind starts to whistle the night of a spouse-swapping key party, tragedy can't be far behind. Ang triumphs in re-creating the awkward suburban angst of the early '70s, delving deeper than just dressing the film in gargantuan collars, polyester slacks suits and rainbow toe-socks (though these touches nail the look of the era). The performances are top-notch, the visuals crystalline. One of year's stand-out releases, The Ice Storm exposes the characters' appropriately slippery hold on the times and each other.